User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20110816211631/@comment-25220117-20110816212437

Slank eyes the she-ferret casually "Oh, the usual. Ships, crews, plunder, drink, nuthin' ye can't git off anudder gatherin' o'mates seperated by th'tides fer too long" The one-eyed rat grins at her "Why daon'tcha come join us?"